Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at ralphs granola bars,
left my members card and now this shit gon' an extra charge,
this old bitch in front of me buying a printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy milk thinner,
(domo)
so i am, at the store for some chips,
that pay for with dimes, nickels, and quaters and shit,
and im still so, im trying to dip,
but imma cut through the line, to get out of bitch
(tyler)
what the fuck, who the fuck this gay nigga in gucci,
drawing numbers, whatever, chain with a Jesus,
hey you, the fuck you think you doing?
(domo)
nigga fuck you, im eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why dont you fucking that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
dont make me up this place, with lightsabers and guns,
and caps at knee caps to make it harder to run,
and put your ankles in some boards and water for fun,
(domo)
im a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half,
look up at the after math blow some hash and laugh
(tyler)
im a fucking ninja and a jedi and im comptom,
better pick a better option, 'for these get to stompin'
chomping at your oxygen chord you fat fake thompson,
like a virgin faggot we can get it poppin'
(domo)
i bet you lock and drop it faggot, you aint from compton,
dumbo you marry poppin with the piece that gil' was rocking,
i will fucking beat your ass, box logos the glass,
ill hit you hookie you skipping class, lee would get the math,
(tyler)
oh really? youre silly, tip drills to nilly,
get them no (?) cuz kiara might kill me,
im grabbing 2 kitchen knives and stabbing this ice cube alike to show you a nigga with attitude,
(domo)
wait i heard about you from that other earl,
how you tavel to milan and now it only gilrs,
ill you, into a fucking basket,
push you a old lady bagging plastic,
you get the message ill stomp you into potholes,
and then fill you up with shells but your used to tacos,
(tyler)
oh a joke, domo smoke i heard your album,
sound like some a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote,
im insulted shit, somebody grab the charmin,
nevermind these monica her nigga armin,
(domo)
swift maids, switch blades, made of incition in em',
red dot his cuz rileys into hinduism,
and who happen to be your listeners,
doobies roll your booty hole know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i all that around the wester himesphere
like all of ex's,
and bet this, im a monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this fucking rocket launcher.
(domo)
when I cock the beam back, im aiming for hats
go to i mean that burn you like green backs
(tyler)
you mean that, you faggot ill get your back and I'll snap it
And strangle you with that leather jacket
fall, bitch me everything
im all this and fleein the scene on Rufus
my walrus, bitch, fuck you, im out
(domo)
im as fuck and I didn't call for all this
imma get on my zombie shit wait, here's my